a good reason

as i cut into

the thick steak,

at oceanside,

the sizzle

still on the plate,

the mushrooms

and gravy

on the potatoes,

the onions,

and salt,

the cold vodka

and tonic

refilled, 

chilled against

my parted lips,

I think out loud

to the waitress,

a little butterfly

in yellow,

this is a good

reason

to be alive.